英语学习资料：安徒生英语童话故事：枞树TheFirTree
安徒生英语童话故事：枞树The Fir Tree
《枞树》讲的是一棵梦想成为穿着漂亮衣服的圣诞树的小枞树美梦成真，真的成为了一棵圣诞树，但只享受了一夜的欢乐，第二天就被放进了储藏室，最后被劈成了柴禾，变成了一缕青烟的故事。当他变成一缕青烟时，他后悔，他怀念自己以前的美好生活，他明白了生活的真谛。
做客作文Out in the woods stood such a pretty little fir tree. It grew in a good place, where it had plenty of sun and plenty of fresh air. Around it stood many tall rades, both fir trees and pines.
The little fir tree was in a headlong hurry to grow up. It didn't care a thing for the warm sunshine, or the fresh air, and it took no interest in the peasant children who ran about chattering when they came to pick strawberries or raspberries. Often when the children had picked their pails full, or had gathered long strings of berries threaded on straws, they woul生姜泡脚的功效与作用
d sit down to rest near the little fir. "Oh, isn't it a nice little tree?" they would say. "It's the baby of the woods." The little tree didn't like their remarks at all.
Next year it shot up a long joint of new growth, and the following year another joint, still longer. You can always tell how old a fir tree is by counting the number of joints it has.巨石斑鱼
"I wish I were a grown-up tree, like my rades," the little tree sighed. "Then I could stretch out my branches and e from my top what the world is like. The birds would make me their nesting place, and when the wind blew I could bow back and forth with all the great trees."澳大利亚旅游景点
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It took no pleasure in the sunshine, nor in the birds. The glowing clouds, that sailed overhead at sunri and sunt, meant nothing to it.
In winter, when the snow lay sparkling on the ground, a hare would often e hopping along and jump right over the little tree. Oh, how irritating that was! That happened for two winters, but when the third winter came the tree was so tall that the hare had to turn aside and hop around it.
"Oh, to grow, grow! To get older and taller," the little tree thought. "That is the most wonderful thing in this world."
传纪In the autumn, woodcutters came and cut down a few of the largest trees. This happened every year. The young fir was no longer a baby tree, and it trembled to e how tho stately great trees crashed to the ground, how their limbs were lopped off, and how lean they looked as the naked trunks were loaded into carts. It could hardly recognize the trees it had known, when the hors pulled them out of the woods.
Where were they going? What would bee of them?
In the springtime, when swallows and storks came back, the tree asked them, "Do you know where the other trees went? Have you met them?"
The swallows knew nothing about it, but the stork looked thoughtful and nodded his head. "Yes, I think I met them," he said. "On my way from Egypt I met many new ships, and some had tall, stately masts. They may well have been the trees you mean, for I remember the *** ell of fir. They wanted to be remembered to you."
"Oh, I wish I were old enough to travel on the a. Plea tell me what it really is, and how it looks."
"That would take too long to tell," said the stork, and off he strode.
"Rejoice in your youth," said the sunbeams. "Take pride in your growing strength and in the stir of life within you."
And the wind kisd the tree, and the dew wept over it, for the tree was young and without understanding.
When Christmas came near, many young trees were cut down. Some were not even as old or as tall as this fir tree of ours, who was in such a hurry and fret to go traveling. The young trees, which were always the handsomest ones, had their branches left on them when they were loaded on carts and the hors drew them out of the woods.
"Where can they be going?" the fir tree wondered. "They are no taller than I am. One was really much *** aller than I am. And why are they allowed to keep all their branches? "Wh
ere can they be going?"
"We know! We know!" the sparrows chirped. "We have been to town and peeped in the windows. We know where they are going. The greatest splendor and glory you can imagine awaits them. We've peeped through windows. We've en them planted right in the middle of a warm room, and decked out with the most splendid things-gold apples, good gingerbread, gay toys, and many hundreds of candles."
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"And then?" asked the fir tree, trembling in every twig. "And then? What happens then?"
"We saw nothing more. And never have we en anything that could match it."
"I wonder if I was created for such a glorious future?" The fir tree rejoiced. "Why, that is better than to cross the a. I'm tormented with longing. Oh, if Christmas would only e! I'm just as tall and grown-up as the trees they cho last year. How I wish I were already in the cart, on my way to the warm room where there's so much splendor and glory. Then-then something even better, something still more important is bound to happen, or
why should they deck me so fine? Yes, there must be something still grander! But what? Oh, how I long: I don't know what's the matter with me."
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